Oh he thought. Zacharias usually saw how badly things could go and decided it didn't matter. He didn't care, or at least he tried to tell himself that he didn't care, when he actually did care. More times than not, Zacharias cared too much, he just had an odd way of expressing it. What he needed on Friday was a friend, to not have to face all of the shit alone - burying his father, the weight of being a Smith and even Marietta.
"I was invited," he said simply because he was, even if it was something that Ernie overlooked. "So, maybe you need to mind your invitation list better or the manners of the people answering the door." It wasn't exactly a good excuse, but Corner slamming the door in his face had just sort of been the final snap. "But that doesn't matter, hell, the only difference I can see between you and the kna- Finnegan is that at least he's honest."
For as much of a bastard that his father actually was, the man surely had it better being dead and all.